2016年浙江高考英语阅读理解D篇翻译

2016

年浙江高考英语阅读理解

D

Two

things

changed

my

life:

my

mother

and

a

white

plastic

bike

basket.

Two

things changed my life:

my mother and a white plastic bike basket. I have thought

long and

hard about it and it’s true. I would be a different person if my mom hadn’t

turned a silly bicycle accessory into a life lesson I carry with me today.

My mother and father were united in their way of raising children, but it mostly fell

to my mother to ac

tually carry it out. Looking back, I honestly don’t know how she

did it. Managing the family budget must have been a very hard task., but she made it

look effortless. If we complained about not having what another kid did, we’d hear

something

like,

“I

don’

t

care

what

so

–

and

–

so

got

for

his

birthday,

you

are

not

getting a TV in your room a car for your birthday a lsvish sweet 16 party.” We had to

earn our allowance by doing chores around the house. I can stil l remember how long

it

took

to

polish

the

legs

of

our

coffee

brothers

can

no

doubt

remember

hours

spent

cleaning

the

house .Like

the

two

little

girls

growing

up

at

the

White

House,we made our own beds (no one left the house unitil that was done)and picked

up

after

had

to

keep

track

of

our

belongings

,and

if

something

was

lost ,it was not replaced.

It was summer and ,one day ,my mother drove me to the bike shop to get a tire

fixed---and

there

it

was

in

the

window,

White,

shiny,

plastic

and

decorated

with

flowers ,the basket winked at me and I knew ----I knew---I had to have it.

“It’s beautiful,” my mother said when I pointed it out to her,”What a neat basket.”

I tried to hold off at first ,I played it cool for a short then Iguess I couldn’t

atand it any longer:“Mon, please can I please ,please get it? I ‘ll do extra chores for as

long

as

you

say,

I’ll

do

anything

,but

I

need

that

basket,I

love

that

,Mom .Please?”

I was desperate.

“

You

know,”

she

said

,gently

rubbing

my

back

while

we

both

stared

at

what

I

believes was the coolest thing ever,”If you save up you could buy this yourself.”

“

By the time I make enough it’ll bu gone!”

“

Maybe Roger here could hold it for you,” she smiled at Roger ,the bike guy.

“

He

can’t

hold

it

for

that

long

,Mom

.Someone

else

wil

l

buy

it .Please,Mom,Please?”

“

There might be another way,”she said.

And so our paying plan mother bought the beautiful basket and put it

safely

in

some

hiding

place

I

could’t

week

I

eagerly

counted

my

growing

saving increased by extra work here and there (washing the car ,helping my mother

make

dinner,

delivering

or

collevting

things

on

my

bike

that

already

looked

naked

without the basket in front).And then ,weeks later ,I counted ,re-counted and jumped

for joy. Oh ,happy day ! I mad

e it! I finally had the exact amount we’d agreed upon….

Days later the unthinkable happened. A neighborhood girl I’d played with millions of

times appeared with the exact same basket fixted to her shiny ,new bike that already

had all the bells and whistles. I rode hard and fast home to tell my mother about this

horrible turn of events.

And then came the lesson . I’ve taken with me through my life:”Honey, Your basket is